...Herschel Farbman Socrates haunts apologies for the humanities, and the ghost is not entirely benevolent. This essay emphasizes the dangers he represents, not because it is any more possible to banish Socrates in death than it was in life, but in order to bring his great lucidity about the dangers...

...Marty Cain © 2014 Marty Cain 2014 Marty Cain Father Apologized and his kids were silent. Father cracked his heelbone and his kids were silent. The kids cracked their knuckles. The grass was silent. The father apologized to the grass by taking it between his lips. The grass flossed...

... Errata In the minnesota review n.s. 63-4, the author of the story "Hunter's Crossing" was misidentified as Amy Day Wilkerson. Her name is actually Amy Day Wilkinson. We sincerely apologize for this error and would like to announce that "Hunter's Crossing" has been nominated...

... Erratum In the minnesota review n.s. 65-66, the second to last line of David Keplinger’s poem Finger reads, “the face / In the bag points everywhere.” It should have read, “the finger / In the bag points everywhere.” We apologize for the error. © 2006...

... I have dreamed of, keep time in the homes of the pretenders. I will not trade my sanity for it. Until now I have survived on recycled desires, but an apology offered with half-felt duty, I could not respect, or sing, or love. ...

... kryptonite. He shakes his head and tells me he is always scared of pretty girls. He pauses, then calls me a bird like an apology. Impulsively, I tell him about the plum tree nestled in my breastbone, soft, and offer him crumbs formed from wet soil. I skip the part where I took them out of an icebox and ate...

... speak this language of apology, of small desperate joints asking the sheetrock to stop closing in on a man. We hear the narrow cabinet open. We are high up the walnut tree, above the well rebuilt after summer hail. The point of the old pine lies on its side...

... in America should have to apologize for making a living—  This is her black night. Smoke curling out the window. Doesn’t every story have the fight or flight chapter? Poor pop song in the dark. Poor painted face on the glass hovering over the landscape. Poor highway of few...

..., then hide my dented shovel. VI. why should you be any different? the same distinct text. flush face & tight chest. this is how I know you re dead: I call my mom to talk about you, do you remember? I ask & she cries, apologizes. rips the arrow from my rib. VII. I still don t know where you re buried. edges I...

... your appetite and return your burrito to the bag, still wrapped, and feel that this is the best decision you’ve made in months. Mira shows no such restraint. After offering an apology to the animal that gave its life to feed her, Mira attacks her meal with gusto, making satisfied...

... touched, and regretted that physical contact was so fraught with tension and repressive impulses. The man said that the apology was not a sign of repression but rather a means of repairing and reaf- firming a social agreement governing the use of public spaces such as trains; people...

... (2013) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2331859  © 2013 Jacob Newberry 54 Newberry  55 no point in shouting. A few of the other times it had happened he’d apologized to me, but this time he didn’t. I knew the drill. He drove up to the emergency room, and I ran...

... replace the real thing, and I had carelessly lost it. H ighm hm-heigh, I told her. You re what? H igh h ont h um h oo. What? I don t understand. Just She took my notebook and began flipping through it, trying to find the night of our anniversary. She passed over an apology I had written her, a l...

... of a pincushion. Years later, in high school, whenever I ran into him, he d make me touch the little dark spot on his head where the graphite was still lodged. I think he wanted me to apologize, but the best I could do was remove my pocketknife and o er to cut that old pencil lead out of him. e day I stabbed him...

... home early, and Nikki arrived frazzled and apologizing profusely to Georgia, whose general unflappability only made her prattle on more. Raindrops the size of cashews pelt the window, snaking down tall sheets of glass painted with chipped and faded red letters...

... of the village. Saadeya couldn't help but feel sad for all the animals that had been killed, supposedly in her honor, but she couldn't do anything. Besides, she apologized to her friends beforehand and they all said that they knew she would never do anything like that to them, that they forgave her. So she...

... and a PAW Patrol dog.” “Perfect.” “Great. Which one's yours?” “Oh. Both. They're my daughter's, actually. I apologize, she's always leaving things behind. Mind if I pop by later this evening?” By my nineteenth rescue, I had the idea of creating a Lost Stuffed Animal Museum. I took...

... for giving of his incredibly valuable time and apologized to him for writing this article, which in the end will likely not benefit any incarcerated or formerly incarcerated person as much as it does me. I apologized a hundredth time for being, once again, the white woman gatekeeper. He said, A feature...

..., and friends, I did just that. As I finished the talk, I looked out at the stunned but attentive audience. What would happen next? Would Saul deny the conversation? Get angry and attack me? Or would he suddenly understand what he had done and apologize? Sadly, he did...

... person manages to catch your eye and angrily glare at you. The Unknown Man is a sheepish smile, one that pulls back against the facial muscles, creates wan dimples. The Unknown Man smile begins like the bouquet of a fine wine, a top layer of shy apology, and under- neath a blowzy innocence of any...